Shall subtly make me, like thee, half divine;
And,—sweet rebellion!—clasp thee till thou urge
To combat close of savage kisses: surge
A war that rubies all thy proud cheeks' shine,—
Slain, struggling blushes,—till white truce emerge.
"My life for thine, thus bartered lip to lip!
A striving being pulsant, that shall slip
Like song and flame in sense from thee to me;
Nor held, but quick rebartered thence to thee:
So our two loves be as a singleship,